Feng Gui, the mayor of Xihe Village, felt bitter in his heart! He plans to follow the example, plough the land as soon as he harvests the rice next year, and plant rape and ramie.

The matter of borrowing large livestock must be said in advance, otherwise other villages will be booked first, and there will be no livestock to call for themselves.

Why are you going to pay for it? At the beginning, my village didn't collect grain from the cattle.

He took a big sip of wine: "Yichang, rent...... Okay, you'll have to leave it for me. ”

He considered that there would be grain after harvesting rice next year, so he gave.

Li Chang bowed his head: "It's easy to talk about renting cattle, uh...... Feng Laosi! Your Xihe Village is next to the river, can the waterwheel be adjusted up and down? Be prepared in case there is a drought next year! ”

The mayor kindly reminded that if the neighboring village suffers a disaster, the village will be affected, and you will borrow food when people come to borrow it?

"Drought next year?" Feng Gui was surprised.

"I mean, just in case, you have to have an idea in mind, don't wait for the real encounter to panic."

The chief is not sure, the well in the village is laid, how can rice be planted without water?

Rice is soaked in water from the seedling stage until harvest.

Feng Gui's gang was full of wine: "That's the truth, I'll go back and talk about it." Alas! ”

He sighed, glanced at the village keepers in Xiaqiu Village, and envied that there were always disobedient people in his village, who did not do good things and did all bad things.

If you want to learn to raise a village guard in Xiaqiu Village, it's difficult! There are fools in the village, or two!

There was food to eat, and the well-wishers of the village took a mouthful of leftovers, but they really encountered a catastrophe and could only starve to death.

The other two people from Xihe Village didn't talk to people much, they only ate the cake in a small bite, did not touch the dry goods of the soup, sucked the soup and drank it, and continued to add soup, putting some salt and vinegar.

Feng Gui drank two taels of wine here, ate a cake, added soup three times, and finally ate the mutton and haggis: "Yichang, I'll go back, it's almost the New Year, busy." ”

"I won't leave you behind." Li Chang got up, wrapped a pound of mutton, and handed it over: "Take it home and give it to the child to eat." ”

"How does this work?" Feng Gui refused.

"It's not for you, you came to drink mutton soup, and the child didn't get anything at home."

The lieutenant shoved it and sent it to the head of the village, and then turned around and continued to drink.

Feng Gui held the mutton in both hands, glanced back, shook his head and sighed: "What's going on in Xiaqiu Village?" ”

"Captain, their mutton soup is delicious, I drank it last five years ago?" One of the people who came with me was still reminiscing.

Another chimed in: "Yes, the bread is not mixed with wild vegetables." ”

They were not embarrassed to let go of eating, but only ate a cake and drank a stomach of soup.

"In the coming year, it seems that this year, there will be a variety of rape, and everything will be available."

Feng Gui stomped his feet, come and see it early this year, maybe he can learn, and he will harvest it next spring.

In fact, he didn't believe it himself, at that time, just after the rice harvest, the people in the village were willing to work again? The land is not his own, and each family does not plant it, and he can still force it with a knife?

You can only wait for Xiaqiu Village to overcollect before the people in your own village can agree.

***

The chief came back happily, happy, compared with other villages.

"Hanhan, you give it to others, what do you eat?"

As soon as the chief returned, he saw Han Han tearing off the meat from the leg of mutton and giving it to the other children.

"Eat, bread, soup." Zhu Wentian continued to divide the meat.

The chief watched the children stop and waved his hand: "Eat, eat, eat!" Just a few bites of lamb. ”

The next day, there was no mutton to eat, there was mutton soup, and the bones could be stewed.

There is good news for the children, kill the pig today, tomorrow the 29th lunar month, this year there are only 29 days of the lunar month.

In general, it should have been killed yesterday, but it wasn't killed yesterday!

Today thou shalt slay twenty pigs, five hundred and fifty-one men, and divide the meat according to the head, and eat a portion of it, and each of the other families shall take it back.

There are now 30 sheep, 40 ploughing cattle, 20 mules, 6 donkeys, and 5 horses in the village.

Zhu Wentian plans to wait for the end of the New Year to reclaim the wasteland elsewhere in the village, and the newly reclaimed land will be exempted.

It's inevitable, anyway, why do you charge me rent for planting grass?

Purple flowers are planted, fed to livestock, and eaten by people.

With him in the village, there is no fear that the livestock will get sick and die in droves.

Take the opportunity to raise livestock in the village, eat what you want, and sell what you want.

Neighboring villages can also help if they need it.

His own village is too wealthy, and it is easy to cause trouble, so he leads the surrounding villages to develop together.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it; Heaps out of the shore, and the flow will be turbulent; Walk above men, and the crowd will not.

"Brother Hanhan, give you candy." The little girl ran over and handed Zhu Wentian a small piece of rock candy.

I went to Xuancheng to open the road before, and bought a bunch of brown sugar, some of which were left as medicine guides, and some of which were made into rock sugar.

So the children of Xiaqiu Village realized the freedom of rock sugar, 500 wen a pound of rock sugar!

"Uh-huh! Hey, hey, hey! Zhu Wentian took his mouth in his mouth.

"Sweet, huh? You also have fried pasta at home! I'm going to bring it to you. The little girl jumped up and ran again.

Zhu Wentian was in a happy mood and had a sense of accomplishment.

……

The next day, on the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, every household fried rice cakes, and the locals did not eat dumplings, and there was not so much wheat.

The Spring Festival couplets are pasted, and there is also a door god.

At night, the bamboo is burned, and it crackles.

Zhu Wentian was in the elder house, changed into new clothes, and was taken to the ancestral hall.

The whole village went to perform the ancestor worship ceremony.

He put incense on the inside, knelt down on the mat, cried, and told his ancestors about the situation in the village this year.

The village has money, eat meat casually, the village keepers have enlightened, take everyone to live a good life, plant things in the field, and ...... next year

The chief cried and said, others cried, it was not easy, it turned out to be so bitter! Now it's a good idea.

Zhu Wentian pursed his lips, his belief became firmer, leading the village to get rich, what is hundreds of thousands of dollars in a village?

After crying, the chief took Zhu Wentian over to kowtow to incense, and praised in front of the old ancestor.

"Let's go, go back and eat meatballs, fragrant meatballs."

After the ceremony, the chief greeted him, and the villagers prepared and ate a big pot of rice outside the shrine despite the cold weather.

There are many dishes, such as steamed pork, sausages, braised pork ribs, braised pork liver, fried air-dried mandarin fish......

When the villagers saw these dishes, their hearts were different, from childhood to adulthood, they ate so much meat for the first time during the New Year, and they didn't spend their own money, but the minister's money.

***

The night passed, on the first day of the first lunar month, everyone was resting at home, and they did not work today.

Zhu Wentian led a group of children to cut paper in the mountain temple, and the paper bought was large, and the practice of writing should be written in small letters.

After cutting, the children are able to write with a wooden stick, and then change to a brush to write on paper.

Calligraphy Zhu Wentian will not be able to catch up with any calligraphy masters, but he is stronger than ordinary people.

Children don't know that things are for them, and reading is too far away for them.

Under the war, it was good that the village was able to avoid the war, there was no place to find someone to teach, Xuancheng was far away, and the cost of people in the past was large.

Only the chief can do some words, can do arithmetic, and teach a clever person to help.

It will only be next year that the imperial examination and the imperial court will be conducted, and there will be dozens of places in one county, and the village will not be able to grab them.

Zhu Wentian didn't plan to go out and stuff the children in the village, he taught it himself.